Oh, hush thee my baby,thy sire was a knight
Thy mother, a lady, both lovely and bright
The woods and the glens from the towers we see
They all are belonging dear baby to thee.
Oh, fear not the bugle though loudly it blows
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose.
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red.
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
Oh, hush thee my darling, the time will soon come
When thy sleep sha'll be broken by trumpet and drum.
Then hush thee my darling, take rest while you may.
Fore strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Thy mother, a lady, both lovely and bright
The woods and the glens from the towers we see
They all are belonging dear baby to thee.
Oh, fear not the bugle though loudly it blows
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose.
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red.
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
Oh, hush thee my darling, the time will soon come
When thy sleep sha'll be broken by trumpet and drum.
Then hush thee my darling, take rest while you may.
Fore strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
